The cold of winter has turned the battlefield into a tomb of winter......

When the archmage Erin led the frost witches into the battle line, the heavens and the earth changed color, the cold wave blew, and the soldiers around the witches froze, just like the witch apprentices who were accidentally devoured by magic on the training ground, the ice and snow froze their bodies, and the brave soldiers who rushed up were also assassinated by the witches' spears and swords.

Seeing this, the old lord Bertner roared angrily, picked up his heavy axe, and slashed at the high-ranking witch Irene. However, it wasn't meant to be a fair contest in the first place. Burtner was big and fierce in battle, however, he was old after all, and a warrior, no matter what, could not kill a high-ranking wizard without tactical cover.

Erin spotted the old lord a moment before he rushed in, the frost spear spawned out of thin air in the palm of her hand, and in an instant, the frost spear glowing with blue light stabbed at the rushing Hearthcity lord.

Bertner was full of rage, and the blood-stained battle axe slashed through the air, but it was counter-killed at the moment before it hit the witch leader, and the frost spear struck, a cold light flashed, and the tip of the spear had pierced the old lord's abdomen. Warm blood froze on the shaft of the spear, and cold energy spread out along the wound.

Burtner only felt a chill hit him, like an icy ocean, engulfing him. The heart that had been beating for sixty-six years was frozen at this moment.

He saw the face of Archmage Erin, who was as cold as snow, and only hated that he couldn't be twenty years younger, and he would pinch her to death with one hand. However, he had no chance...... Erin smirked, and with a force of both hands, the frost spear pierced the old lord's body, and she picked him up, and then threw the blackened corpse out with a fierce force.

Fear is spreading among the Northern Alliance, and the soldiers' mental defenses, which have been strained all day, are crumbling.

More and more deserters appeared on the battlefield, and the battle wizard group formed by the Frost Witch was like a sharp sword, tearing through the last line of defense in the north.

Erin charged forward, the frost spear slaughtering the northern soldiers around her, and the magical light enveloped her, a dazzling blue light and a deadly cold aura. All the soldiers around the archmage felt chilled to the bone, as if their blood was frozen. Movement became extremely sluggish, unable to resist the iron and clay of the frost sword. The archmage Erin triumphantly smiled, a triumphant smile on her lips.

However, the outcome was still undecided, and where the crowd had dispersed, a magnificent lightning bolt pierced the sky, and thunder exploded. The roar of the giant bear awakened the last courage in people's hearts, and Rod could only go into battle in person, "Don't run away!"

"Follow me, counterattack!"

"For Kislev!"

"The North will never fall!"

The High Lord called, roaring. Facing the rout crowd, Rhodes rushed forward alone. Behind him were the eighty-eight bear knights of the Knights of the Sons of Ersun.

Thunder and lightning surround the tomahawk, and the raw power rolls inside, roaring, and rampage. Rod only felt for a moment, and his whole body was filled with primitive and wild power. This power is so powerful, and I have never felt more than ever. It seems that the body belongs to oneself and does not belong to oneself. The sluggish movement seemed so swift to others.

In the battle song of blood and iron, Rhodes swung his tomahawk forward. A crack was torn open in the earth, and throbbing lightning scurried through the crevices, cutting through the fleeing crowd and striking the archmage himself......

Erin could only stab the frost spear into the ground, and the cold light expanded and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a second before the electricity hit the witch, the ice barrier collided with the power of the fierce thunder and lightning. Two outrageously powerful forces clashed fiercely in front of the mage.

The shock wave from the explosion instantly blew up hundreds of soldiers and witches around them.

"For the North!"

Rod shouted and charged. Blue lightning surrounded the tomahawk, and under his feet, the same lightning flashed.

The power of the bear god and the thunder god rolled in the body, and at this moment, thousands of divine powers were contained in this mythril battle axe forged by the dwarves, and under everyone's attention, the king of the north roared wildly, jumped high, and the battle axe slashed from top to bottom towards the high-ranking witch on the ground-Irene.

The commander of the Southern Army did not retreat, and everyone looked at her, watching the duel between her and the king of the North. Retreating will only break the spirit of the reinvigorated army. Archmage Irene can only stand still and accept this judgment of steel and lightning.

She chanted the incantation at high speed in the cold wind, and countless ice and snow surrounded her like a tornado, forming an incomparably dense shield of ice. In the next second, the battle axe and the ice shield clashed fiercely.

In an instant, in the dark heaven and earth, a red electric light flashed, and with the rupture of the ice shield, the frost energy turned into a ring of ice, with the archmage as the center, and dispersed again. Powerful frost energy freezes any living creature within a radius of 100 meters!

However, the Great Lord of the North in front of him, Rhodes, was unharmed, snowflakes and broken ice covered his face, but there was not a trace of scars on his body, and the powerful Armor of Oxon blocked almost all the magic damage!

Erin regained her confidence in shock, she adjusted her stance and took a small step back, and at the same time, two identical battle witches immediately spawned in the air around her, and the cold weapon stabbed towards Rhodes.

However, anger had swallowed Rhodes, and this power was like an abyssal volcano, an inexhaustible source. Feel the primordial power flowing in your body. Rod roared and split the tomahawk in his hand in two.

The dazzling electric light exploded, instantly shattering the two phantoms of the Frost Witch!

However, Erin casts the spell again. Shattered ice slag floated up from mid-air again, forming countless icy arrows, aiming at the king of the north who was fighting alone.

The archmage took a step back, a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, she was happy to see such a majestic warrior being pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows.

However, Rod let her down again. I saw that in the flying snow and mist, the Great Lord wielded a battle axe, and the Mithril battle axe engraved with the runes of the master of flight drew a brilliant arc of lightning in the air, and then flew out of Rod's hand.

In an instant, a whole circle of thunder and lightning light appeared around the Great Lord! The battle axe circled around the King of the North, wiping endless sparks of lightning and lightning, completely shattering the moment the ice arrow flew in.

The corners of Erin's mouth twitched, for the first time in a hundred years, she had met an opponent......

"Come, mortal, you should know how to accept your fate!"

The archmage drew his sword, spear in one hand and sword in the other. Rush to Rhodes. In her eyes, since the magic attack could not work against this brute, then, the simplest and most violent method should be used to solve it.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, both of them fought at speeds that ordinary people could not match.

In the eyes of the Bear Knights, their High Lord was like a whirlwind, the battle axe tore through the air and let out a whirring roar, and the Archmage Erin's attack was just as fast, only to see a burst of phantom attacks, the frost sword had already swept the air in front of the High Lord, and no one could see the physical weapon, only the afterimage left behind by the swing of the weapon.

"Sons of the North, follow your king and counterattack!"

As Rhodes and Archmage Irene were in a bloody battle, Sibes, the leader of the Bear Knights, raised his hammer and shouted the slogan of a counterattack.

The setting sun was sinking in the west, dyeing the entire sky blood-red.

In the dark red light, Rhodes picked up his battle axe and slashed at Erin, the Frost Witch, with all his might.

The mage raised the ice sword, but the frost sword turned into countless pieces of ice and splattered the moment it hit the axe. The tomahawk did not slow down at all and continued to fall along its original trajectory. At such a speed, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to dodge, but Erin is not an ordinary person in the first place. Transformed into a vampire a hundred years ago, its strength and speed have been greatly enhanced. The moment before the tomahawk fell, she dodged sideways as she rolled forward, the frost spear in her hand unsheathed like a silver light.

The moment the Thunder Battle Axe landed, the Frost Spear in the Archmage's hand also stabbed the King of the North.

The air froze at this moment, and in the red light of the setting sun, the mage's spear stabbed straight into Rod's chest. Everyone around Rhodes held their breath, they couldn't imagine the consequences of the fall of the King of the North...... If Rhodes falls, the Northern Coalition will inevitably be scattered. All efforts will be in vain, and the whole of the North, all of Kislev, will continue to be shrouded in cold and darkness.

However, the unexpected scene reappeared, only to see Rhodes raise his face stained with ice and blood. As soon as he grasped the frost spear stabbed by Erin, the battle axe in his right hand immediately slashed down, and the mage's weapon was split in two with an axe!

It was only then that Erin realized that the perfect blow she had just thought had failed to pierce the armor of the human warrior! The armor made of countless white bones was so strong, strong enough to withstand ice explosions and lightning strikes.

The delicate frost spear turned into ice slag in the hands of the High Witch, and Erin felt that it was dark before her eyes, and the giant bear with red eyes flashing rushed from the flank, knocking her down in a flank.

When he was about to get up again, the bear had already opened its bloody jaws, and its blood-stained fangs were biting down on the witch's face. The sound of flesh being torn and bones being crushed was heard in the air, and the high-ranking witches who had lived for more than a hundred years were like this, gradually dying in a powerless struggle. Until Ursock, the giant bear, has a face stained with the stench of vampire-stinking blood.

"Northern Coalition, attack!"

Under the fiery sunset, Rhodes raised his tomahawk and roared.